by Ryan Oelke | Oct 4, 2015 | Poetry
The sound of grace is heard the more we are open, free of pretense, yet full of presence, easily heard in the simplest of things, but nonetheless, heard in absolutely everything. It’s the sound of the universe listening to us through every form. It’s the sound of Love...
by Ryan Oelke | Apr 26, 2015 | Poetry
Nothingness. Compassion finds its roots in the embrace of nothingness: seeing emptiness slipping through so many fingers, trying to touch what already is, and witnessing all the dewy hands holding bottomless cups searching for more water, drops of rain, or at least...
by Ryan Oelke | Apr 15, 2013 | Poetry
you can sleep deeply tonight, for a love that does not know how to speak will carry the wicked and weak and venerate those who pray quietly to no one …
by Ryan Oelke | Apr 2, 2013 | Poetry
I will not wallow at the threshold of freedom with pain knocking at this door I will not cover myself with veils of fear with pain knocking knocking at this door I will not retreat beneath the floor of comfort with pain knocking knocking knocking at this door I will,...
by Ryan Oelke | Feb 28, 2013 | Poetry
god is pouring out of everything i saw her hiding in your words, holding a dusty mirror… when will the mystery see itself? i see her, i see her i see you god is pouring out of everything she’s living in your scars, holding a post card, reading a lost poem...
